Back seat driver

M brought A back with him for the weekend. I took A to watch M play rugby. Unfortunately, someone sat on M's head and it seemed a good idea for him not to drive back. So he came back in the Morgan with A and I (that's not another initial, that's I as in me). So, who would go in the back seat? Exposed to the wind and the airborne fly strikes? Ever the gentleman, M nominated A for this dubious pleasure.

M seems fine, BTW.

We went out for a Thai meal later. mmm!